"Aneh."<br><br>"Dia bilang akan berada di sini," gumam Selphine, matanya menyipit tipis.<br><br>"Memang betul," kata Aurelian sambil melangkah mundur dan melipat tangan di dada. "Atau akan segera tiba."<br><br>Mereka terdiam dalam kesabaran di dekat tepi halaman, tempat embun pagi masih menempel di batu-batu jalanan. Selphine berdiri tegak, matanya menyapu taman samping, posturnya memancarkan potret kebangsawanan yang tenang. Sebaliknya, Aurelian duduk di atas tembok rendah, kaki disilangkan, dan tangan diletakkan santai di atas lutut.<br><br>Namun, matanya tidak tinggal diam.<br><br>'Mari kita lihat apa yang ditawarkan kota ini kepada kita hari ini…'<br><br>Mananya berkedut di bawah permukaan, sebuah percikan di dadanya berdenyut seirama. Jalan Pandangan Hampa, teknik kultivasinya, tidak dirancang untuk memamerkan kekuatan—teknik itu halus, senyap, berakar pada pengamatan dan resonansi. Teknik itu memungkinkannya merasakan mana—bukan sekadar tingkat kekuatan, melainkan tempramen, struktur, dan niat.<br><br>Satu per satu, ia menyapu persepsinya ke arah orang-orang yang melintasi jalan-jalan terdekat.<br><br>Seorang pedagang—mana yang padat dan biasa saja, tidak ada yang istimewa.<br><br>Beberapa bangsawan—tingkatannya lebih tinggi, tapi rapuh, seperti kertas yang dibungkus emas.<br><br>Dua pelajar—letupan mana yang mentah dan canggung, belum terasah. Antusias. Bisa ditebak.<br><br>Lebih banyak orang berlalu-lalang. Kebanyakan seperti nada dalam akor yang sering dimainkan—akrab dan mudah dibaca.<br><br>Namun kemudian…<br><br>Pandangan Aurelian terpaku.<br><br>Dua sosok tanpa jejak mana.<br><br>Mereka berdiri di dekat ujung terjauh taman bawah halaman, di samping air mancur tempat tanaman rambat bunga lili bulan tua mulai bermekaran. Seorang gadis dan seorang pemuda. Keduanya tampak wajar berada di sana.<br><br>Namun, dari mereka, sama sekali tidak ada apa pun.<br><br>Tanpa resonansi.<br><br>Tanpa riak.<br><br>Tidak ada tanda mana yang bisa dideteksi sama sekali.<br><br>Ia menyipitkan mata.<br><br>'Itu tidak benar.'<br><br>Ia fokus, menajamkan indranya.<br><br>Tetap tidak ada apa-apa.<br><br>Bukan penekanan. Bukan perisai. Hanya… ketiadaan.<br><br>Selphine menyadari perubahan sikapnya dan menoleh sedikit.<br><br>"Ada apa?"<br><br>"Semua orang di sini berdengung," ucap Aurelian pelan dengan suara rendah. "Meskipun sumbang. Tapi kedua orang itu?"<br><br>Ia menganggungkan kepala ke arah pasangan di dekat air mancur.<br><br>"Mereka sunyi."<br><br>Selphine mengikuti arah pandangannya.<br><br>Pandangan Selphine langsung menajam begitu matanya tertuju pada sang gadis.<br><br>Anggun—ya. Santai—mungkin terlalu dibuat-buat. Namun, di balik postur yang tampak santai itu, tersimpan latihan yang tidak dapat disembunyikan. Cara berdiri yang memiliki keseimbangan. Jenis keseimbangan yang tidak kau dapatkan dari dansa baloa atau guru etiket. Jenis keseimbangan yang lahir dari pengulangan. Lingkaran tanding. Memusatkan pernapasan di tengah malam sementara lebam bermekaran di balik jubah.<br><br>Dan lebih dari itu… ada kebanggaan dalam cara dia membawakan dirinya. Bukan arogansi, melainkan sesuatu yang lebih tenang. Lebih tajam. Jati diri yang terbentuk dan terasah di bawah tekanan.<br><br>Pemuda di sampingnya tidak berkata apa-apa, tapi dia tidak perlu melakukannya. Kehadirannya begitu tegang dan terkendali, bagaikan bilah pedang yang bersarang dalam sarung pada sudut yang tepat. Matanya yang gelap mengawasi segalanya—Aurelian langsung menyadari hal itu. Tidak sedang mencari ancaman, tidak pula ketakutan. Hanya… mengamati. Begitu dingin. Seperti seseorang yang telah belajar bahwa keheningan sering kali mengungkapkan lebih banyak daripada kata-kata.<br><br>Aurelian tidak ragu-ragu. Ia melangkah turun dari tembok rendah dan mulai berjalan mendekati mereka, tangan di dalam saku, senyumnya santai namun matanya tajam.<br><br>Selphine mengikuti di belakangnya, langkahnya seringan salju yang melayang, terukur namun elegan—selayaknya Lady Elowen sejati.<br><br>Saat mereka mendekat, Aurelian memberikan anggukan tipis, sekadar untuk mengumumkan kehadiran tanpa perlu berlebihan.<br><br>" Halo," sapanya.<br><br>Gadis itu menoleh mendengar suara tersebut—perlahan dan penuh perhitungan.<br><br>Dari dekat, fitur wajahnya tampak lembut dan diperhalus dengan sihir ilusi, namun kilatan di matanya mengkhianatinya. Bukan warnanya—hazel dengan bintik keemasan—melainkan fokusnya.<br><br>Beban dari seseorang yang telah banyak menyaksikan dunia.<br><br>" Oh…" gumamnya, alisnya terangkat tipis.<br><br>Kemudian ia memiringkan kepala, mengamati mereka berdua dengan tatapan yang lebih sarat perhitungan daripada rasa ingin tahu. Dan anehnya, sama sekali tidak ada keterkejutan.<br><br>"Apakah Anda," tanya gadis itu dengan suara lembut dan sedikit geli, "Lady Selphine Elowen?"<br><br>Tatapannya beralih ke arah Aurelian, kini dengan sorot yang lebih tajam. "Dan Lord Vale, kuduga?"<br><br>Bibir Selphine melengkung tipis. "Tebakanmu tepat."<br><br>Elara—untuk saat ini menyamar sebagai Elowyn—maju setengah langkah, posturnya kini lebih formal, namun tetap tanpa kepura-puraan.<br><br>"Guru bilang kalian mungkin akan datang." Jeda sejenak. Lalu senyuman tipis terbit. "Beliau tidak bilang kapan."<br><br>Aurelian terkekeh. "Itu sangat mirip dengan gaya beliau."<br><br>"Kalian berdua tidak tampak seperti yang beliau deskripsikan," kata Elara, matanya berpijar dengan sedikit keusilan.<br><br>"Oh?" Aurelian condong sedikit ke depan sambil menyeringai. "Apakah beliau mendeskripsikanku lebih tinggi?"<br><br>"Beliau mendeskripsikanmu," ujar Elara sambil mengangkat jemarinya dengan sentuhan keanggunan teater, "sebagai 'godaan badai terhadap bencana.'"<br><br>Alis Selphine berkedut.<br><br>Aurelian tampak sangat senang. "Nah, itu baru puisi."<br><br>Tatapan Elara beralih kepada Selphine.<br><br>"Dan kau dipanggil 'pedang es yang diasah pada kaca.'"<br><br>Selphine berkedip sekali. "Itu… benar-benar gaya beliau."<br><br>"Mm." Elara mengangguk, lalu menunjuk tipis ke arah pemuda di sampingnya. "Ini Reilan Dorne. Dia bersamaku."<br><br>Cedric memberikan anggukan kaku, tangannya masih terlipat di dada. "Nona," ucapnya—sopan, menjaga jarak, dengan mata yang tidak terbaca.<br><br>Selphine membalas anggukan itu. "Sebuah kehormatan."<br><br>Sesaat kemudian, kesunyian terbentang di antara mereka, terukur dan tidak canggung sama sekali. Cukup untuk mengendapkan sesuatu yang belum terucap.<br><br>Aurelian memiringkan kepalanya sedikit, kilatan rasa ingin tahu yang familier terpancar di matanya. "Jadi… Elowyn. Apa saja yang telah diajarkan oleh Nona Eveline yang kita cintai ini kepadamu selama ini?"<br><br>Mata Elara melirik ke arahnya disertai senyuman tipis. "Sihir, tentu saja."<br><br>"Hati-hati," ucap Aurelian dengan nada pura-pura memperingatkan. "Itu tadi terdengar seperti jawaban seorang politikus."<br><br>"Beliau menyuruhku agar tidak terlalu banyak membagikan informasi kepada para bangsawan," balas Elara dengan lancar.<br><br>Selphine mengangkat sebelah alis. "Kau sendiri seorang bangsawan sekarang, bukan?"<br><br>"Hanya di atas kertas," kata Elara, nadanya ringan namun sarat makna. "Gelar barunnya ada. Rakyatnya tidak."<br><br>Aurelian bersiul pelan, tampak jelas terhibur. "Itu terdengar… persis seperti sesuatu yang akan beliau atur."<br><br>Elara tidak menyangkalnya.<br><br>Selphine mengamatinya dalam diam selama beberapa saat lagi, matanya menelusuri detail-detail kecil dari pembawaan sang gadis—kendalian diri yang tenang, napas yang terkontrol, serta kejernihan di dalam tatapannya. "Kau memanggilnya Guru."<br><br>Elara mengangguk sekali tanpa terusik. "Tentu saja aku memanggilnya Guru. Memang itulah beliau."<br><br>Suaranya tidak menyuarakan keangkuhan, tidak pula butuh penjelasan panjang—hanya sebuah fakta, dingin dan jernih seperti sihir yang menjadi ciri khasnya.<br><br>Bibir Selphine terbuka tipis sebagai tanggapan, kilatan sesuatu yang tidak terbaca melintas di matanya.<br><br>Aurelian mengeluarkan tawa kecil yang seakan tak percaya. "Beliau tidak pernah membiarkan kami memanggilnya begitu."<br><br>"Sekalipun tidak," gumam Selphine, separuh pada dirinya sendiri. "Katanya itu terdengar seperti kami berusaha terlalu keras."<br><br>"Dan bahwa itu memberinya 'bintik-bintik otoriter,'" tambah Aurelian sambil menyeringai. "Tapi kau—kau mendapat gelar formal itu? Kau bilang dia menatapmu dengan tatapan itu dan kau tidak bergeming?"<br><br>"Tidak," jawab Elara dengan nada geli. "Kurasa beliau menyukainya. Pada akhirnya."<br><br>Aurelian meletakkan satu tangan di dadanya dengan dramatis. "Aku terluka. Sangat terluka."<br><br>"Beliau mungkin menyadari kalian berdua tidak memiliki afinitas yang sama dengannya," ucap Elara sambil mengangkat sebelah alis. "Dan kalian memang tidak memilikinya."<br><br>Selphine memiringkan kepala. "Es?"<br><br>"Es," konfirmasi Elara.<br><br>Dan kemudian—dengan tanpa usaha.<br><br>Ia mengangkat tangannya, telapak tangannya menghadap ke arah cahaya pagi. Tanpa mantra. Tanpa gestur selain angkatan tangan yang sederhana itu. Dari ujung jemarinya, es mekar bagaikan hembusan napas di atas kaca—kristal-kristal merajut satu sama lain dalam pola fraktal, begitu lembut dan berkilau dengan bias warna-warni. Es itu tidak menyebar secara agresif, tidak mendesis ataupun berderit. Es itu tumbuh dengan kesunyian yang mencekam, seolah dunia berhenti sejenak untuk mengaguminya.<br><br>Senyuman Aurelian memudar, sedikit saja, berubah menjadi ekspresi yang lebih tenang. Lebih serius.<br><br>Pandangan Selphine menyipit. Bukan karena ketidaksukaan—melainkan perhitungan. Pengamatan.<br><br>"Itu…" mulai Aurelian.<br><br>Elara menutup tangannya.<br><br>Es itu lenyap dalam sekejap.<br><br>"Lumayan, kan?" katanya dengan nada menggoda ringan.<br><br>Aurelian melangkah lebih dekat, rasa ingin tahunya menggantikan sifat santainya yang biasa. "Mantra itu—apakah beliau yang mengajarimu varian itu? Atau kau menciptakannya sendiri?"<br><br>Elara tersenyum kecil. "Nah, nah. Ini bukan waktunya, bukan?"<br><br>Mata Selphine berkilat. "Tidak. Mungkin memang bukan."<br><br>"Tapi nanti," imbuh Aurelian sambil menyenggol bahu gadis itu dengan buku jarinya. "Kau harus memperlihatkannya kepada kami."<br><br>"Mungkin," jawab Elara sambil berbalik ke arah jalur di depan mereka. "Jika kalian memintanya dengan baik."<br><br>Aurelian menyeringai. "Oh, tenang saja. Aku selalu memintanya dengan sangat, sangat baik."<br><br>Selphine memutar bola matanya. "Dan kau masih heran kenapa beliau tidak pernah memberimu gelar itu."<br><br>Mereka mulai berjalan lagi, lambat dan mantap di bawah naungan lorong beratap melengkung yang mengelilingi taman.<br><br>Aurelian melirik ke arah Elara dari samping. "Jadi. Bagaimana itu bisa terjadi?"<br><br>Elara menoleh dengan alis terangkat.<br><br>"Bagaimana kau bisa bertemu dengannya?" ralat Aurelian. "Nona Eveline. Beliau tidak sembarangan memilih orang dari kerumunan."<br><br>
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"Strange."
"She said she'd be here," Selphine murmured, eyes narrowing slightly.
"So she is," Aurelian said, stepping back and folding his arms. "Or will be."
They settled into a patient silence near the courtyard's edge, where morning frost still clung to the paving stones. Selphine stood straight, her eyes scanning the side garden, her posture a perfect portrait of composed nobility. Aurelian, on the other hand, sat on the low wall, legs crossed, arms draped lazily over his knees.
But his eyes weren't idle.
'Let's see what the city has offered us today…'
His mana twitched beneath the surface, a spark in his chest pulsing with rhythm. The Way of Hollow Glance, his cultivation method, wasn't designed to dazzle—it was subtle, silent, a technique rooted in observation and resonance. It allowed him to feel mana—not just power levels, but temperament, structure, intent.
One by one, he swept his perception across the people moving through the nearby streets.
A merchant—solid, mundane mana, nothing remarkable.
A few nobles—elevated, but brittle, like paper wrapped in gold.
Two students—raw, clumsy bursts of mana not yet honed. Enthusiastic. Predictable.
More people filtered past. Many were like notes in an overplayed chord—familiar, easy to read.
But then…
Aurelian's gaze caught.
Two blanks.
They stood near the far edge of the courtyard's lower garden, beside the fountain where the old moon lily vines were starting to bloom. A girl and a young man. Neither looked out of place.
And yet, from them, nothing.
No resonance.
No ripple.
No detectable mana signature at all.
He narrowed his eyes.
'That's not right.'
He focused, honing in.
Still nothing.
Not suppression. Not shielding. Just… absence.
Selphine noticed his shift and turned her head slightly.
"What is it?"
"Everyone here hums," Aurelian said slowly, voice low. "Even if it's off-key. But those two?"
He inclined his head toward the pair by the fountain.
"They're silent."
Selphine followed his gaze.
Selphine's gaze sharpened the moment her eyes settled on the girl.
Graceful—yes. Relaxed—perhaps too deliberately. But underneath that carefully casual posture was unmistakable training. Her stance had balance. The kind you didn't get from ballroom dances or etiquette tutors. The kind that was born of repetition. Sparring circles. Focusing one's breath in the dead of night while bruises bloomed under robes.
And more than that… there was pride in the way she held herself. Not arrogance, but something quieter. Sharper. A forged sense of self, honed under pressure.
The boy beside her said nothing, but he didn't need to. His presence was taut, contained, like a blade sheathed at just the right angle. His dark eyes tracked everything—Aurelian noticed that much right away. Not scanning for threats, not fearful. Just… observant. Coldly so. Like someone who had learned that silence often revealed more than words.
Aurelian didn't hesitate. He stepped off the low wall and started toward them, hands in his pockets, his grin casual, eyes sharp.
Selphine followed, her steps as fluid as drifting snow, each one measured yet elegant—ever the Lady Elowen.
As they approached, Aurelian offered the faintest of nods, enough to announce presence without fanfare.
"Hello," he said.
The girl turned at the sound—slowly, deliberately.
Up close, her features were refined, touched with illusion-crafted softness, but the glint in her eyes gave her away. Not the color—hazel flecked with gold—but the focus.
The weight of someone who had seen.
"Oh…" she murmured, her brow lifting just slightly.
Then she tilted her head, taking them both in with a glance that held more calculation than curiosity. And, oddly, no real surprise.
"Are you," she asked, voice smooth and faintly amused, "Lady Selphine Elowen?"
Her gaze slid next to Aurelian, more discerning now. "And Lord Vale, I presume?"
Selphine's lips curved faintly. "You presume correctly."
Elara—Elowyn, for now—offered a half-step forward, her posture more formal now, yet still untouched by pretension.
"Master told me you might come." A pause. Then a subtle smile. "She didn't say when."
Aurelian chuckled. "That sounds like her."
"You two don't look how she described you," Elara said, eyes dancing with a touch of mischief.
"Oh?" Aurelian leaned in slightly, smirking. "Did she describe me as taller?"
"She described you," Elara said, lifting her fingers with a touch of theatrical elegance, "as 'the storm's flirtation with disaster.'"
Selphine's brow twitched.
Aurelian looked delighted. "Now that's poetry."
Elara's gaze turned to Selphine.
"And you were called 'the sword of frost sharpened on glass.'"
Selphine blinked once. "That's… certainly her."
"Mm." Elara nodded, then gestured faintly to the boy beside her. "This is Reilan Dorne. He's with me."
Cedric gave a curt nod, arms still folded. "My Lady," he said—polite, distant, eyes unreadable.
Selphine returned the nod. "A pleasure."
For a brief moment, silence passed among them, measured and not uncomfortable. Just enough to settle something unsaid.
Aurelian tilted his head slightly, that familiar glimmer of curiosity settling into his eyes. "So then… Elowyn. What has our mutual Miss Eveline been teaching you all this time?"
Elara's eyes flicked toward him with a faint smile. "Magic, of course."
"Careful," Aurelian said with mock caution. "That almost sounded like a politician's answer."
"She told me not to overshare with nobles," Elara replied smoothly.
Selphine arched an eyebrow. "You're a noble now, aren't you?"
"Only on paper," Elara said, her tone light but laced with meaning. "The barony exists. The people do not."
Aurelian gave a soft whistle, clearly entertained. "That sounds… exactly like something she'd arrange."
Elara didn't deny it.
Selphine studied her quietly for a moment longer, eyes tracing the subtleties of her bearing—the quiet control, the restraint in her breathing, the clarity in her gaze. "You call her Master."
Elara nodded once, unbothered. "Of course I call her Master. That's what she is."
Her voice held no boast, no need for elaboration—just fact, cold and clear as her namesake magic.
Selphine's lips parted faintly in response, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.
Aurelian let out a soft, incredulous laugh. "She never let us call her that."
"Not once," Selphine muttered, half to herself. "Said it sounded like we were trying too hard."
"And that it gave her 'authoritative hives,'" Aurelian added with a grin. "But you—you get the formal title? You're telling me she gave you that look and didn't flinch?"
"She didn't," Elara replied, her tone amused. "I think she liked it. Eventually."
Aurelian put a hand dramatically over his chest. "I'm hurt. Deeply."
"She probably figured you two didn't share her affinity," Elara said, raising one eyebrow. "And you didn't."
Selphine tilted her head. "Frost?"
"Frost," Elara confirmed.
And then—effortless.
She lifted her hand, palm angled toward the morning light. No chant. No gesture beyond that simple raise. From her fingertips, ice bloomed like breath across glass—crystals weaving into one another in fractal patterns, delicate and glinting with iridescence. It didn't spread aggressively, didn't hiss or screech. It grew with eerie stillness, as if the world had paused to admire it.
Aurelian's smile faded, just a little, into something quieter. More serious.
Selphine's gaze narrowed. Not out of disapproval—but calculation. Observation.
"That's…" Aurelian began.
Elara closed her hand.
The ice vanished in a breath.
"Not bad, right?" she said, her voice lightly teasing.
Aurelian stepped a little closer, curiosity replacing his usual laziness. "That spell—did she teach you that variant? Or did you make it yourself?"
Elara gave a small smile. "Now, now. It's not the time, is it?"
Selphine's eyes gleamed. "No. Perhaps not."
"But later," Aurelian added, nudging her shoulder with a knuckle. "You are going to show us."
"Maybe," Elara replied, turning toward the path ahead. "If you ask nicely."
Aurelian grinned. "Oh, don't worry. I always ask terribly nicely."
Selphine rolled her eyes. "And you wonder why she never gave you the title."
They began walking again, slow and steady beneath the shade of the arched walkway that circled the garden.
Aurelian glanced sidelong at Elara. "So. How did it happen?"
Elara looked over, a brow raised.
"How did you meet her?" he clarified. "Miss Eveline. She doesn't just pick people out of crowds."
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